He wore that cowboy hat to cover up his horns. Sweet-talkin' forked tongue had a temptin' charm. Before I turned around, that girl was gone. All I can say is, "Bartender, pour me somethin' strong."

She's such a beautiful handful Might be more than I can handle She's a wild child running down a Friday night Got me wrapped around her finger and holding on tight She's so hot, hey, what's not

My dad chased monsters from the dark, He checked underneath my bed. An' he could lift me with one arm, Way up over top his head. He could loosen rusty bolts With a quick turn of his wrench. He p